22 March 2007

Last night I dreamt that I was at an outdoor party where the band Coldplay was playing. Someone had managed to get a huge Panzer tank into the party. At first the Panzer was merely chasing people around, but eventually someone decided to use the tank to shoot at a target that was adjacent to Coldplay's stage. Upon impact, the poor band flew off the stage amidst rubble and smoke. Being the troopers they are, Coldplay crawled back on stage, bloodied but unbowed, and plugged back in. Unfortunately, by the time they were ready to start again, another band had started up on another nearby stage. It was a polynesian reggae band. Chris Martin, the lead singer of Coldplay, looked at me (at this point I'm a member of the band) with an expression on his face like, How are we supposed to compete with that? I looked out at the crowd and noticed that they were all polynesian.

A few moments later, I'm back in the crowd and Coldplay has set up on the same stage as the other band. This little reggae band has a great rhythm section with guys wearing drums all over their bodies and throwing these little boomerang drumsticks that hit the drum and come back. And boy are they rocking out! Dancing ensues. The song ends, and Coldplay triumphantly starts one of their signature grooves. The guys in the reggae band get this confused look on their faces and begin to shake their rastafarian heads. All the guys with the drums turn and face Coldplay and start tossing the boomerang-sticks in their direction, taunting them and playing drums at the same time. Then one of the sticks hits Coldplay's bass player in the face and he falls backwards off the stage.

Rough night for Coldplay, but everyone at the party had a good laugh.

Are these dreams interesting to anyone else? If not, someone please tell me to stop.

2 comments:

Were the boomerangs hitting another person or coming back and striking drums mounted on the thrower's own body?

I laughed pretty loud (like I do when reading the comics) as I read your dream. I'd tell you about my dream but Betsy says it's not something that I should share.

Betsy had a dream after reading "Island of the Blue Dolphins." In her dream I had just been called to the Steak Presidency along with Benj Becker (guy I go to Ukraine with). The first item of business we were going to attend to was getting rid of the pack of wild dogs that were such a nuisance to the entire steak. (In case you don't recall from 4th grade, Island of the Blue Dolphins is a story about a girl who is left on an island when her entire eskimo-like tribe leaves. A major point of conflict in the book is her struggle with a pack of wild dogs that killed her younger brother.)